The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Everyone thought that Gong Yangxun and Fang Yun were both from Jingguo, or they were joking, or they were deliberately saying this to promote each other's literary reputation, but when they saw Fang Yun's expression, they were all confused.

Fang Yongyong looked at Gong Yangxun with a confused look.

Only then did everyone realize that Gong Yangxun had not discussed it with Fang Yun, but suddenly spoke, seemingly with ulterior motives.

Many people thought of Fang Yun's experience in Jingguo and understood that it was very likely that Gongyang Xun was targeting Fang Yun, but in this relatively indirect way, it didn't seem like he was going to kill Fang Yun.

Fang Yun's pretended expression of confusion and confusion dissipated, and then he said with a smile: "Brother Gongyang is joking, you are a disciple of a dignified semi-saint family, why do you need my help? People make mistakes, horses make mistakes, Mr. Even if Brother Yang makes mistakes occasionally, it’s okay. However, you can’t represent Jingguo, and neither can I.”

Gongyang Xun said easily: "You are too serious, I am just asking for help. Maybe if I get the questions I prepared, you won't need Fang Zhenguo to take action."

Many people present looked unhappy, especially the scholar from aristocratic family in Shichu Dafu.

Calling Fang Zhenguo this kind of name is praise in private, but if he calls it at this kind of cultural gathering, it will make others more jealous and hostile to Fang Yun.

Fang Yun smiled and looked at Gongyang for dozens of breaths, and there was silence in the Sishui courtyard.

"Okay, since Brother Gongyang is from Jingguo, and he is from the semi-saint family of Jingguo, and he is working hard for the human race, it would be unkind, unjust, disloyal, and courageous if our Fang Yun didn't even help us with this little favor. I’ll help! Even if I can’t write a poem and stand there for a quarter of an hour, letting everyone look at me and be embarrassed, I’ll help! But this is just your ugliness and has nothing to do with Jing Guo!”

Fang Yun's voice was loud and clear, and countless people praised him in their hearts.

Those Hanlin and academicians secretly sighed that Fang Yun was really a genius. If the two of them continued to quarrel, they would lose face to Guang Jingguo without even writing a poem. Fang Yun decisively chose to help, and unceremoniously accused Gong Yangxun of being unkind and unjust, but he But he wouldn't do that. He could lose his own face, but he couldn't lose Jingguo's face in front of outsiders.

"The style of celebrities." The great scholar of the Confucius family couldn't help but sigh with regret.

Gong Yangxun's expression did not change at all, he was still smiling. He reached into the cardboard box, took out a piece of paper, and sighed helplessly: "Qingsi. Alas, I was not prepared, Fang Yun, it seems I I really need your help."

Fang Yun immediately stood up and said, "Since I have made my promise, I have no choice but to do so." After saying that, he walked towards the table next to Gong Yangxun.

Li Fanming hurriedly whispered: "Save your best Mid-Autumn poems for tomorrow's Shengxu literary meeting! If you enter the Shengxu, don't be provoked by them!"

Fang Yun nodded and continued to move forward.

"It is obligatory? Okay, but there is no classic, so where does the word come from?" asked a great scholar.

Ci Jun pondered for a moment and said with a smile: "It must be Fang Yun's words. His words and poems are always novel."

The other bachelors also read the classics of all saints. When they heard this idiom for the first time, they believed that it was said by Fang Yun.

"There is a book called "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms"." Fang Yun thought about the reason why he was obliged to do it, and came to Gong Yangxun.

Gong Yangxun immediately took the initiative to research ink for Fang Yun and said with a smile: "Thank you Fang Maocai for your help. If you are asked to do anything in the future, I will be obliged to do so!"

Fang Yun picked up the brush and said: "Brother Gongyang, you are so polite. I was admiring the moon by Yuhai City a few days ago, and I came across a sentence by chance, but I never knew how to follow it. Today I saw the talents of ten countries gathered here, and they were far away from home. , I felt something in my heart and came up with the last sentence.”

Fang Yun said, picking up the pen to write.

The bright moon rises on the sea, and the world is at this moment together.

This is the Confucian Academy. As soon as these two sentences came out, the orange talent burst out of the paper. One foot, two feet, just two sentences, it has already reached the mansion, and the talent exceeds anyone in the Wenhui.

Ci Jun immediately stood up and spoke with Chun Lei: "There is a bright moon on the sea, and the world is at this moment."

When everyone heard Ci Jun's words, the words of these two poems immediately appeared clearly in their minds. Ci Jun's voice seemed to write these two poems in people's minds.

The Confucian scholar said: "This sentence can be passed down through the ages."

"The word 'sheng' instead of 'sheng' has the artistic conception of gestation and birth, wonderful!"

"The phrase 'We are together at this moment even though we are apart from each other' embodies the Mid-Autumn Festival night when everyone is looking forward to reunion."

Many people who have been elected to the imperial examinations have sad eyes. Most of them will not be able to reunite with their relatives during the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Later, Fang Yun finished writing the remaining six sentences of the famous poem by Zhang Jiuling, the prime minister of the Tang Dynasty.

Lovers complain about the distant night, but they miss each other at night.

When the candle is extinguished, the compassion light is full, and when I put on my clothes, I feel the dew.

I can't bear to give it away, but I still have a good night's sleep.

Finally, Fang Yun wrote "Look at the moon and embrace the distance" at the top.

Talent is three and a half feet.

"When a poem comes out of Mingzhou and spreads for a long time, it is possible to conquer the country!" someone whispered.

Li Fanming praised: "What a poem! The first two lines are half scene and half emotion, and the scene is integrated into one. The last few lines are like a story, describing the act of missing family as if they are right in front of you."

Some people are still immersed in this poem, which uses the scene of moonrise as a guide to describe the lover's troubles at night for too long and the longing for love in his heart. I obviously wanted to put out the candles and go to sleep, but when I saw the bright moonlight, I couldn't help but put on my clothes and go out to admire the moon. In the end, it got wet with dew because it took too long. I wanted to give the moonlight to people far away but couldn't, so I had no choice but to Go to sleep and place the hope of meeting in your dreams.

"Fang Yun must have wanted to write this poem because he missed his lover yesterday. Without real experience, it would have been impossible to write such a detailed and memorable poem."

A bachelor said with a smile: "As expected of Fang Yun, even if he suddenly thought of it, he could write a poem about Mingzhou, which is comparable to the poet."

But the ci master smiled and said: "'The bright moon rises over the sea' is powerful and powerful, but also has a beautiful artistic conception. 'The world is far away and we are at this moment' is a sentence that can be written by everyone in the world, and he is far inferior."

Many people didn't pay attention to what Ci Jun said, but a few people remembered it in their hearts. Ci Jun and Shi Jun were good friends at first, but now they are obviously very dissatisfied with Shi Jun. They only say "him" and don't even mention his name. Everyone Everyone knows that Cijun and Fang Yun became enemies over the death of his disciple. It seems that Cijun is on Fang Yun's side.

Suddenly someone shouted: "Mr. Tree has moved! The leaves have fallen!"

Everyone looked up and looked around, and saw hundreds of ancient tree branches moving in the absence of wind, making a rustling sound, and then the leaves fell off, dancing like butterflies under the bright moon.

Everyone felt the joy of the ancient trees. This feeling was strange and ridiculous, but it was real.

Some people reached out and picked up a few leaves of ancient trees. The ancient trees in Confucius Academy are evergreen all year round, and their leaves never fall in wind or rain. Only poetry can make them forget themselves and wither. They fall because of their talent and holy path, so the leaves of Mr. Tree are Kongcheng’s most popular souvenir.

After several children asked their elders, they immediately ran under the tree, opened their arms among the fallen leaves, and cheered happily.

Falling leaves from an ancient tree is a great honor in Confucius City, especially those who studied in the Confucian Academy. They looked at Fang Yun with great envy. After the leaves fall this time, Fang Yun's name will definitely remain in the record of the ancient tree. Fallen leaves on the stone wall.

At the same time, people were shouting from all over the Confucius Academy.

"Mr. Tree has lost its leaves! Mr. Tree has lost its leaves!"

"Quickly go pick up Mr. Shu's leaves outside the Surabaya courtyard!"

Liu Zizhi suddenly strode over and said as he walked: "Fang Yun, if I can't write a poem, are you willing to help me?"

Fang Yun stared at Liu Zizhi and said: "You are a loyal Liu family. Liu Zicheng is upright and aboveboard. Prime Minister Liu even shed his blood for our human race. How can I not help while watching barbarian corpses littering the fields?"

Fang Yun's tone did not contain any resentment, but the "facts" he described inexplicably gave rise to strong resentment.

"The disgrace of Jingguo, the great thief of the human race!" A scholar couldn't help but scolded the left prime minister.

Many people lamented that the fact that Fang Yun was almost killed by the family of the left prime minister of Jing State as a model for a country's literati had long been published in "Wenbao" and was known to all literati from ten countries.

Liu Zizhi's expression remained unchanged, and he reached out and took out a piece of paper from the carton. His expression finally changed slightly, and he seemed to be reluctant to say: "What a coincidence, the word "frontier fortress" is written on the paper. I have never been to Saibei, so I can't When it comes to writing poetry, I wonder if I can write a frontier poem as an example?”

Liu Zizhi looked at Fang Yun, filled with resentment, and never believed that Fang Yun could write good poetry in a short time for the second time.

Fang Yun raised his pen and said: "Why not? Then I will write a poem "The Moon over Guanshan Sends a Farewell to Liushan and All the Soldiers" to praise Prime Minister Liu's great achievements!" As he said this, Fang Yun wrote a poem by the poet Li Bai. The famous frontier fortress novel "Moon over the Mountain".

The bright moon rises above the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of ​​clouds.

The wind blows tens of thousands of miles across Yumen Pass.

Fang Yun wrote a sentence, and the poet said a sentence with his tongue. When Fang Yun finished writing the first four sentences, thousands of people couldn't help but stand up, and the tables and chairs were filled with noise.

"This... is so magnificent! A saint-like mind!"

"Thinking about it again and again, it's like a painting before my eyes, no, it's like a real scene right in front of my eyes. The moon rises above the Tianshan Mountains, walks on the sea of ​​clouds, and the wind blows. It's as if I'm right in front of my eyes!"

"This poem and this scene are so majestic! The former poem 'The Moon Over the Sea' is powerful but the scenery is beautiful. The four lines of this poem are majestic and the scenery is magnificent. The former is like a great Confucian composing a poem on the seaside, and the latter is like a great military strategist. The marshal stands outside the wall and admires the moon, absolutely!"

A kid from an aristocratic family excitedly repeated: "You're right! You're right! You're right..."

"Mr. Tree moved again!"

The rustling sound of the ancient trees shaking continued, and the leaves fell one after another.

Fang Yun lowered his head and finished writing the content behind the ancient poem.

The Han descended to Baideng Road and had a glimpse of Qinghu Bay.

The origin of the battle was that no one returned.

The garrisonmen looked at the side with a sad look on their faces as they thought about returning home.

The tall building is like this night, sighing is not enough.

The poem was completed, and the talent was once again more than three feet tall and nearly four feet tall.

"It's Mingzhou Jinzhenguo again!"

"Hmph, if there was no leftist Prime Minister Jing Guo who interfered with it last year, how could there be no one to return the favor? Fang Yun wrote it well! I really want to smash this poem into the face of that traitorous prime minister!"

"Alas, the last four sentences are really for the soldiers. They are thinking of their relatives at home under the moon at the border. On the same night, their wives are also sighing at home day and night."

Liu Zizhi looked at Fang Yun as if he were watching a ghost. It was obviously a piece of paper drawn on the spot, but Fang Yun not only wrote the frontier fortress poem, not only included the theme of the bright moon, not only did he include the left minister, but he also wrote it so well and so well. So fast, who can compare with such a great talent? Who can hold it down?

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